She had been planning this day for quite some time. She had been dreaming of this day for years. Now was truth time. For better or for worse, she was going to find out if he really felt the same way she did.
Grace had turned 18 a few months ago. She had recently graduated high school and was waiting for the new semester of classes to start at her college. This was her chance to have fun. At least that's what everyone said.
Yet she wasn't a girl who was into parties, drinking, or running around with boys. She had an appreciation for the finer things in life, more mature tastes, and a classicist nature. She felt like her peers were wasting time on foolish nonsense that she just didn't find entertaining.
Most of Grace's early start to summer had been spent at home, enjoying good books, prepping for college and taking care of her dad. They lived alone, as her mom had split when she was only two years old. Her dad worked long hours to support them and to give her the comfortable lifestyle she had appreciated for so many years. She never asked for silly things like purses and shoes like her girlfriends at school and her daddy never told her no. She was his princess and he treated her as such.
In return, she took care of him. She always had dinner on the table when he returned from work, she helped with his laundry and chores around the house, and she always provided a listening ear if he had a bad day at work, irritating clients or often times, good news to share. They made a great team and they had been through a lot together. Her graduation had been bittersweet in that it was the day they had been working toward for years but it also meant she would soon be saying goodbye.
Grace never had a serious boyfriend, despite her natural beauty, brains and fun personality. She'd dated a few guys but nothing ever went far past a first date. None of them ever quite measured up to her standard and how could they? They were still boys and she needed a man.
In fact, there was one man in particular who Grace had fantasized about for so long. They say girls always go after a man like their father. That may be true but as for Grace, she didn't want a man like her father; she wanted her daddy.
He was tall, but not too tall for her short stature, strong and masculine with a handsome face, but a cute boyish softness that she found very attractive. She saw the way other women looked at him in public. He even seemed to be getting better looking as he aged, although he was quite young to have a now-adult daughter. He had fathered her when he was 18.
He was also an intelligent man. A stern-faced prosecutor with a reputation for never losing a case, he was the youngest person to ever be appointed lead prosecutor in this district and he had worked his way through college and law school while raising a child. He did not let anything stop him from reaching his goals and he always protected and provided for his little girl. He wanted her to have everything she ever needed and wanted.
Despite his serious, taciturn nature at work, he was very warm and loving in his home life. Grace saw this side of her dad more than anyone. It was a side of him he reserved especially for her. He laughed with her, he played games with her, he nurtured her through the years as she grew into a beautiful young woman. He was her first love, and quite possibly her only love.
She knew it sounded crazy. She knew it was wrong but the intense feelings of need and desire she had for her father were not easily quenched. Now that she suspected he felt the same, she had to find out. She could not leave for college without knowing if her dad felt the same way for her.
Some years back, as Grace was going through puberty and discovering herself, she found her sexual curiosity growing. This was also when she first started to understand the feelings of arousal she would now get when sitting on Daddy's lap, or when the side of his hand slightly grazed her budding breasts as he embraced her.
As she matured into a woman and discovered herself, she learned more of what she liked. She knew how to pleasure herself but the one thing that really got her excited was thoughts of her dad. In fact, the only way she'd ever been able to orgasm was from thinking of her father.
A few months back, she grew curious about how her dad had never had a girlfriend. In fact, she'd never even known him to go on a date. He said he simply didn't have the time for a relationship, with his career and being a single dad but she always wondered if there was more to it.
One day when her dad was at the office, she snooped around his room and noticed a pattern in his pornography preferences: he liked large, natural breasts and unshaven pubic regions.
Her double D's had filled out very nicely in her teens, especially on her petite frame and she had thought she had seen her dad stare from time to time, especially when she didn't wear a bra around the house and they jiggled underneath her shirt. So she decided to stop shaving too.
Grace wasn't even sure why she shaved down there in the first place. It was something all the girls at school did, although no one knew exactly why. "Blame it on porn culture," her friend Tammy had said once, whatever that meant.
Grace didn't need society to tell her how to decorate her vagina so she ditched the razor and started to go natural. At first the new growth was really itchy but she quickly adjusted to it. Her thick, dark pubes had grown in really nicely. She liked running her fingers through it, especially at night while lying naked in bed. It was soothing and she often fell asleep this way. She wondered what her dad would think of her new mature, hairy body. She wondered what it would feel like to have his fingers running through her pubic hair...
Fast forward to today and while nervous, she was very excited. Tomorrow was Father's Day and she had plans for a very special gift for her daddy.
He had gone into the office for a partial day today, preparing for a big case, and she had planned his favorite meal for dinner. She was wearing a dress that accentuated her large bosom and quite purposefully, nothing underneath. As insane as this all sounded, she was going to seduce her daddy.
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When her father got home from work, their evening began as many in the past have. He praised her for a delicious dinner and her thoughtfulness and she listened to stories of his day, her eyes lighting up when he called her his "good girl". Oh, how she loved being daddy's good girl!
After an enjoyable dinner, they cleaned up together, as had been their routine for years. Her father commented on how lovely she looked tonight and inquired about the "special occasion".
"I just wanted to look nice for you, Daddy," she replied.
"You always look beautiful, Gracie." Her father beamed.
They retired to the living room for some after-dinner conversation where they spoke of plans for the week, her upcoming campus tour and other inconsequential topics. She loved how easily the flow of conversation always was and how it didn't matter what they talked about, she never got bored.
As the evening wore on, they laughed and she snuggled close to her dad on the couch, often moving her legs in such a way so as to allow a full glimpse up her dress and of her hairy snatch. A couple of times she thought she saw him looking.
She ran her hand over his manly chest as they cuddled on the couch and she remembered that one time a year or so ago when they had kissed. Sure, her daddy had kissed her many times growing up but this was different. This was a slow, tender kiss on the lips. They had been snuggling just like this and she looked up and into her daddy's soulful eyes. She moved up to kiss him just as he was leaning down to do the same and their lips locked, briefly at first but then she closed her eyes, smelling her dad's masculine scent and enjoying the lingering feeling of his warm lips to hers.
Neither pulled away for some time and it was the most beautiful, magical kiss she had ever had. Afterward, she couldn't help but notice the bulge in her daddy's pants.
She wanted this to happen again and she suspected her dad shared this same desire.
Knowing her father was a practical man, she decided to take a direct approach.